Cool Sunday

Howard Stern should be going clear today after visiting the wife in the Hamptons posing for newspaper selfies as documented on Beth Stern's Instagram site since Stalag Beth in the Hamptons is a read-only site. Howard needs to clear his schedule to get back to the phones trying to drum up some interest in his boring satellite radio show what with investing in the tabloid press and working on his insults of various notables, mainly his Simon Cowell diatribes so he can bully his way back on television as a guest judge on NBC's "America's Got Talent" and hoping someone will care that Howard is still on the air albeit only on a satellite.

Oh, but wait. Has Howard congratulated SANDRA BERNHARD on her Gracie award for her awesome talk show on Radio Andy? I think she's been on the air only a year and she's already receiving a prestigious award as already talked about on this blog, but has Howard talked about it? Nope, not yet, since he is having a tough time dealing with the fact that anyone can easily learn how to host a talk radio show and Stern is reportedly jealous of Sandyland Radio and can hardly stand it that an actress, comedian, singer and stage performer can just swoop in and get the listeners, the A-List guests, and receive an award for it with SiriusXM honchos stating they will pay for her trip West to receive her award on June 6. 

Where's Howard's awards? Oh gosh, that Blockbuster Video Award that was useless at the time and is now garbage since the company went out of business. Beth is faring no better and seems to have been reduced to just a spokesperson for the North Shore Animal League (NSAL) with her former titles gone from promo ads, like chief fundraiser, volunteer, adopter, foster parent and foster sponsor. You'll also notice in the sign below, that Crowne Media is a rescue sponsor. They are the ones stuck with Beth on the Hallmark Channel and have to constantly film those useless "Kitten Bowl" cable TV shows where Beth yells into a camera right before the show breaks for a commercial. Hallmark donates some airtime to NSAL and it's all a charitable business expense and they can't get rid of Beth unless everyone shuts down their operations, puts padlocks on all the doors and leaves no forwarding address.

Event poster from the NSAL Gala Awards in 2016 where Beth
and a bunch of other rich people were honored for being rich.

This is from 2013 when the Sterns were foster sponsors:

Event poster from the 2013 NSAL Gala Awards.

Beth's slowly been stripped of her former titles and is now only the NSAL spokesperson and she continues to horn in on daytime TV shows and drags some cats with her or otherwise, she would have no reason to appear on television since she isn't famous for anything and doesn't do anything.

Not sure anyone has seen a rear view of Howard's macrame weave but these photos are from the 2016 Annual NSAL Gala Awards when the talent was Belinda Carlisle. Yeah, I know.

Rare profile shot of Beth showing her giant fat nose and bucked teeth. Some model.

Beth's popularity as an obscure, unknown model was due to her unique ability to look both mean and stupid in photos. It looks like a fight broke out in Howard's weave among the existing hair and the new transplanted hair. 

Heidi Klum's having a cool time in L.A. and was seen around town in her classic Ferrari on April 18, as Howard is too cash poor to afford one and according to Beth's own words, she doesn't drive because it scares her. Talk about sour grapes. Right Beth, you don't drive 'cause it scares you and not that your husband won't buy you a decent car and stop with the SUV granny rides around your Hamptons hellhole with the medical waste washing up on shore and begging the Wildlife Rescue Center to drag the dead turtles off your lawn. 

Heidi driving around L.A. on April 18.

Howard wouldn't buy you this Maserati? Waiting for more donations
to your foundation before you can swing this, right?

Oh, I get it. Beth's a Ferrari girl.

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